March 30th, 2029.
White House, Washington D.C.
Michael Reyes walked briskly through the grand hallways of the White House, escorted by two Secret Service agents. He clutched a folder filled with detailed reports and data from the recent tests of the Weather Manipulation Satellite. The past few days had been intense, but the results were groundbreaking. Now, it was time to present these findings to President Thomas Greene.
As they approached the Oval Office, Michael took a deep breath, steadying his nerves. The agents opened the doors, and he stepped inside.
President Greene stood up from behind the desk, extending a hand. "Michael, good to see you. Please, have a seat."
"Thank you, Mr. President," Michael replied, shaking his hand firmly before sitting down.
President Greene motioned to the folder. "I understand you have some important findings to share with us today."
"Yes, sir," Michael said, opening the folder and spreading the documents on the desk. "These are the comprehensive reports from our recent tests in Nevada. The Weather Manipulation Satellite performed beyond our expectations."
The President leaned forward, his interest piqued. "Walk me through the key points."
Michael began his presentation, by outlining each phase of the testing process. "We started with cloud seeding, followed by inducing precipitation. The satellite successfully created rainfall in the desert, which we monitored closely. The data confirmed that we can control the amount and duration of the rainfall. Next, we tested the satellite's ability to create extreme weather conditions.
We simulated a hurricane, a cold front, and an intense heat wave. Each test was executed flawlessly, and the satellite maintained control throughout.
President Greene examined the documents, nodding thoughtfully. "What about the freeze test? I understand you managed to create an ice age-like environment."
"That's correct," Michael confirmed. "We set the parameters to maximum and successfully froze a portion of the desert. The satellite's systems worked in perfect harmony, maintaining the extreme cold conditions without any issues."
"50 billion dollars? For four satellites?"
"That's correct," Michael confirmed. "It's easy to use. You just have to set the satellite on course to the place where you want to attack and with a push of a button, those people would think it's just extremely bad weather, affecting their agriculture, economy, infrastructure, and overall stability.
It's a non-lethal way to exert pressure and can be controlled precisely to minimize collateral damage."
President Greene leaned back in his chair, contemplating the proposal. "It's a high price, and there is something you should know about us, the United States. In order to give you that money, it'll have to pass through Congress and be scrutinized extensively. This isn't an easy sell, even with the strategic advantages you've outlined."
"I know that, but I'm sure you have your people down there at the congress that can speed things up without it being bogged down in endless debates and red tape," Michael replied, his tone steady but firm. "This technology is groundbreaking, and the potential benefits far outweigh the costs."
President Greene sighed, rubbing his temples. "You're right. I'll do my best to expedite the process, but it's going to take some maneuvering."
Michael nodded. "I appreciate that, Mr. President. The sooner we get this approved, the sooner you can build those satellites."
"Wait, what do you mean the sooner we can build those satellites? Didn't you just give us the schematics for it?"
"Well, not everything. I have to have leverage."
President Greene raised an eyebrow, intrigued and slightly wary. "Leverage? What kind of leverage are we talking about, Michael?"
"Leverage in a situation like this. You might not pay me right after I handed everything," Michael said coolly.
"Yeah...that makes sense."
Michael rose to his feet and straightened his suit. "That would be all, Mr. President. I think it's time that I leave."
"Have a safe trip back to the Philippines, Michael."